Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.